you are my poetry.
your heart beats as mine,
running, running, out of time.
anonymity has quenched our mediocrity.
and now we drown in blood and tears of joy.
i am a toy.
you've stolen my alacrity,
stabbing, stabbing, crying out rhymes.
and now i feel we've crossed the line,
the lullabies we sing are drowning in the sea.
so thank you.
it's time i broke a verse
to break this curse.
let me nevermore be burned by this rope.
1 comment:
i like the last stanza.
though the big words kind of ruined it for me
because i had to open up another window in the middle of it to look up alacrity
(i forgot what it meant, stfu)
in response to what you asked:
no real reason. it happens. recently.
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